Alfred Noyes

thumb|The towering Babels that we raised Where scoffing sophists brawl, The little Antichrists we praised — The night is on them all. Alfred Noyes (16 September 1880 – 28 June 1958) was an English poet, short-story writer and playwright. Quotes thumb|Enough of dreams! No longer mock The burdened hearts of men! Not on the cloud, but on the rock Build thou thy faith again Enough of dreams! No longer mock The burdened hearts of men! Not on the cloud, but on the rock Build thou thy faith again;O range no more the realms of air, Stoop to the glen-bound streams; Thy hope was all too like despair: Enough, enough of dreams. "The Secret Inn : 'The Kingdom is Within You'" in Master Mind Magazine, Vol. VII, No. 3 (December 1914), p. 99 Descend, descend, Urania, speak To men in their own tongue! Leave not the breaking heart to break Because thine own is strong. This is the law, in dream and deed, That heaven must walk on earth! O, shine upon the humble creed That holds the heavenly birth. "The Secret Inn : 'The Kingdom is Within You'" in Master Mind Magazine, Vol. VII, No. 3 (December 1914), p. 99 A shadow leaned over me, whispering, in the darkness,Thoughts without sound; Sorrowful thoughts that filled me with helpless wonder And held me bound. "The Shadow" in The Empire Review (1923) Vol. 37, p. 620 Soundlessly, shadow with shadow, we wrestled together,Till the grey dawn. "The Shadow" in The Empire Review (1923) Vol. 37, p. 620 Never since Drake and Raleigh wonOur freedom of the seas,Have sons of Britain dared and doneMore valiantly than these. To the R.A.F., in Shadows on the Down and Other Poems (1941), p. 2 Poems (1906) Full text online thumb|Yes; as the music changes,Like a prismatic glass,It takes the light and rangesThrough all the moods that pass... Yes; as the music changes,Like a prismatic glass,It takes the light and rangesThrough all the moods that pass;Dissects the common carnivalOf passions and regrets,And gives the world a glimpse of allThe colours it forgets. The Barrel Organ Go down to Kew in lilac-time, in lilac-time, in lilac-time;Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London!)And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonderland;Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London!) The Barrel Organ There was music all about us, we were growing quite forgetfulWe were only singing seamen from the dirt of Londontown. Forty Singing Seamen There’s a magic in the distance, where the sea-line meets the sky. Forty Singing Seamen The Highwayman (1907) Full text online The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,And the highwayman came riding — Riding — riding — The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door. One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,Then look for me by moonlight,Watch for me by moonlight,I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way. The Flower of Old Japan and Other Poems (1907) Full text online The Flower of Old Japan thumb|Mystery: Time and Tide shall pass, I am the Wisdom Looking-Glass. thumb|'The Flower of Old Japan. The Flower above all other flowers, The Flower that never dies… thumb| The Flower that here on earth below Reveals the heavenly plan; But only little children know The Flower of Old Japan.</p> thumb|Carol, every violet has Heaven for a looking-glass! thumb|Every little glimmering pond Claims the mighty shores beyond... thumb|The shore that has no shore beyond.Deep in every heart it lies With its untranscended skies; For what heaven should bend above Hearts that own the heaven of love? Mystery: Time and Tide shall pass, I am the Wisdom Looking-Glass.This is the Ruby none can touch: Many have loved it overmuch; Its fathomless fires flutter and sigh, Being as images of the flame That shall make earth and heaven the same When the fire of the end reddens the sky, And the world consumes like a burning pall, Till where there is nothing, there is all. Part III : The Mystic Ruby Back to the glass in terror we came, And stared at the writing round the frame. We could not understand one word: And suddenly we thought we heard The hissing of the snakes again: How could we front them all alone? O, madly we clutched at the mirrored stone And wished we were back on the flowery plain: And swifter than thought and swift as fear The whole world flashed, and behold we were there. Part III : The Mystic Ruby And at our feet unbroken lay The glass that had whirled us thither away: And in the grass, among the flowers We sat and wished all sorts of things: O, we were wealthier than kings! We ruled the world for several hours!And then, it seemed, we knew not why, All the daisies began to die. We wished them alive again; but soon The trees all fled up towards the moon Like peacocks through the sunlit air: And the butterflies flapped into silver fish; And each wish spoiled another wish; Till we threw the glass down in despair; For, getting whatever you want to get, Is like drinking tea from a fishing net. Part III : The Mystic Ruby But just as the world grew right again, We heard a wanderer out on the plain Singing what none of us understood; Yet we thought that the world grew thrice more sweet And the meadows were blossoming under his feet. And we felt a grand and beautiful fear, For we knew that a marvellous thought drew near; So we kept the glass for a little while: And the skies grew deeper and twice as bright, And the seas grew soft as a flower of light, And the meadows rippled from stile to stile; And memories danced in a musical throng Thro' the blossom that scented the wonderful song. Part III : The Mystic Ruby The Flower of Old Japan. The Flower above all other flowers, The Flower that never dies; Before whose throne the scented hours Offer their sacrifice; The Flower that here on earth below Reveals the heavenly plan; But only little children know The Flower of Old Japan. Song Like the dawn upon a dream Slowly through the scented gloom Crept once more the ruddy gleam O'er the friendly nursery room. There, before our waking eyes, Large and ghostly, white and dim, Dreamed the Flower that never dies, Opening wide its rosy rim. Part IV : The End of the Quest Carol, every violet has Heaven for a looking-glass!Every little valley lies Under many-clouded skies; Every little cottage stands Girt about with boundless lands; Every little glimmering pond Claims the mighty shores beyond; Shores no seaman ever hailed, Seas no ship has ever sailed.All the shores when day is done Fade into the setting sun, So the story tries to teach More than can be told in speech. Epilogue Beauty is a fading flower, Truth is but a wizard's tower, Where a solemn death-bell tolls, And a forest round it rolls. Epilogue We have come by curious ways To the Light that holds the days; We have sought in haunts of fear For that all-enfolding sphere: And lo! it was not far, but near.We have found, O foolish-fond, The shore that has no shore beyond.Deep in every heart it lies With its untranscended skies; For what heaven should bend above Hearts that own the heaven of love? Epilogue Forest of Wild Thyme Critics, you have been so kind, I would not have you think me blind To all the wisdom that you preach; Yet before I strictlier run In straiter lines of chiselled speech, Give me one more hour, just one Hour to hunt the fairy gleam That flutters through this childish dream. Apologia It mocks me as it flies, I know: All too soon the gleam will go; Yet I love it and shall love My dream that brooks no narrower bars Than bind the darkening heavens above, My Jack o'Lanthorn of the stars: Then, I'll follow it no more, I'll light the lamp: I'll close the door. Apologia Come and look for Peterkin, poor little Peterkin. No one would believe us if we told them what we know, Or they wouldn't grieve for Peterkin, merry little Peterkin... Prelude They wouldn't mourn for Peterkin, merry little Peterkin. Put away your muskets, lay aside the drum, Hang it by the wooden sword we made for little Peterkin! Prelude He was once our trumpeter, now his bugle's dumb, Pile your arms beneath it, for the owlet light is come, We'll wander through the roses where we marched of old with Peterkin, We'll search the summer sunset where the Hybla beehives hum, And — if we meet a fairy there — we'll ask for news of Peterkin. Drake, an English Epic (1908) thumb|Your dreamers may dream it The shadow of a dream, Your sages may deem it A bubble on the stream; Yet our kingdom draweth nigher With each dawn and every day, Through the earthquake and the fire "Love will find out the way." Ye that follow the vision Of the world's weal afar, Have ye met with derision And the red laugh of war; Yet the thunder shall not hurt you, Nor the battle-storms dismay; Tho' the sun in heaven desert you, "Love will find out the way." Song, Book VIII, p. 146 Your dreamers may dream it The shadow of a dream, Your sages may deem it A bubble on the stream; Yet our kingdom draweth nigher With each dawn and every day, Through the earthquake and the fire "Love will find out the way." Song, Book VIII, p. 146 Dawn, ever bearing some divine increase Of beauty, love, and wisdom round the world, Dawn, like a wild-rose in the fields of heaven Washed grey with dew, awoke, and found the barque At anchor in a little land-locked bay. Book VIII, p. 148 Collected Poems (1913) Full text online Once more I hear the everlasting seaBreathing beneath the mountain's fragrant breast Resurrection We plucked down all His altars, left not oneSave where, perchance (and ah, the joy was fleet),We laid our garlands in the sunAt the white Sea-born's feet. Resurrection "He is dead," we cried, and even amid that gloomThe wintry veil was rent! The new-born dayShowed us the Angel seated in the tombAnd the stone rolled away. Resurrection The Golden Hynde and Other Poems (1914) thumb|Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose! thumb|One, we are one with the song to-day, One with the clover that scents the world, One with the Unknown, far away, One with the stars, when earth grows old. thumb|Heart of my heart, we are one with the wind, One with the clouds that are whirled o'er the lea, One in many, O broken and blind, One as the waves are at one with the sea! Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose! Every song that the skylark sung Once, we thought, must come to a close: Now we know the spirit of song, Song that is merged in the chant of the whole, Hand in hand as we wander along, What should we doubt of the years that roll? Unity, § I Heart of my heart, we cannot die! Love triumphant in flower and tree, Every life that laughs at the sky Tells us nothing can cease to be: One, we are one with the song to-day, One with the clover that scents the world, One with the Unknown, far away, One with the stars, when earth grows old. Unity, § II Heart of my heart, we are one with the wind, One with the clouds that are whirled o'er the lea, One in many, O broken and blind, One as the waves are at one with the sea! Ay! when life seems scattered apart, Darkens, ends as a tale that is told, One, we are one, O heart of my heart, One, still one, while the world grows old. Unity, § III A Belgian Christmas Eve (1915) Full text online thumb|Grant us the single heart once more That mocks no sacred thing, The Sword of Truth our fathers wore When Thou wast Lord and King. Thou whose deep ways are in the sea, Whose footsteps are not known, To-night a world that turned from Thee Is waiting — at Thy Throne.The towering Babels that we raised Where scoffing sophists brawl, The little Antichrists we praised — The night is on them all. Dedication, later published as "A Prayer in Time of War" The fool hath said … The fool hath said And we, who deemed him wise, We, who believed that Thou wast dead, How should we seek Thine eyes?How should we seek to Thee for power, Who scorned Thee yesterday? How should we kneel in this dread hour? Lord, teach us how to pray. Dedication, later published as "A Prayer in Time of War" Grant us the single heart once more That mocks no sacred thing, The Sword of Truth our fathers wore When Thou wast Lord and King. Let darkness unto darkness tell Our deep unspoken prayer; For, while our souls in darkness dwell, We know that Thou art there. Dedication, later published as "A Prayer in Time of War" The Lord of Misrule and Other Poems (1915) thumb|Your God still walks in Eden, between the ancient trees, Where Youth and Love go wading through pools of primroses. Full text online at Project Gutenberg thumb|This is the sign we bring you, before the darkness fall, That Spring is risen, is risen again, That Life is risen, is risen again, That Love is risen, is risen again, and Love is Lord of all. Come up, with white and crimson! O, shake your bells and sing; Let the porch bend, the pillars bow, Before our Lord, the Spring! The Lord of Misrule High in the old oak pulpit This Lord of all misrule— I think it was Will Summers That once was Shakespeare's fool — Held up his hand for silence, And all the church grew still: "And are you snoring yet," he said, "Or have you slept your fill? The Lord of Misrule Your God still walks in Eden, between the ancient trees, Where Youth and Love go wading through pools of primroses. And this is the sign we bring you, before the darkness fall, That Spring is risen, is risen again, That Life is risen, is risen again, That Love is risen, is risen again, and Love is Lord of all. The Lord of Misrule "At Paske began our morrice And, ere Pentecost, our May; Because, albeit your words be true, You know not what you say. You chatter in church like jackdaws, Words that would wake the dead, Were there one breath of life in you, One drop of blood," he said. The Lord of Misrule He died and He went down to hell! You know not what you mean. Our rafters were of green fir. Also our beds were green. But out of the mouth of a fool, a fool, before the darkness fall, We tell you He is risen again, The Lord of Life is risen again, The boughs put forth their tender buds, and Love is Lord of all! The Lord of Misrule He bowed his head. He stood so still, They bowed their heads as well. And softly from the organ-loft The song began to swell. Come up with blood-red streamers, The reeds began the strain. The vox humana pealed on high, The Spring is risen again! The Lord of Misrule The vox angelica replied — The shadows flee away! Our house-beams were of cedar. Come in, with boughs of may! The diapason deepened it — Before the darkness fall, We tell you He is risen again! Our God hath burst His prison again! The Lord of Life is risen again; and Love is Lord of all. The Lord of Misrule And captains that we thought were dead, And dreamers that we thought were dumb, And voices that we thought were fled, Arise, and call us, and we come; And "search in thine own soul," they cry; "For there, too, lurks thine enemy." Search for the foe in thine own soul, The sloth, the intellectual pride; The trivial jest that veils the goal For which our fathers lived and died; The lawless dreams, the cynic Art, That rend thy nobler self apart. The Search-Lights
 Not far, not far into the night, These level swords of light can pierce; Yet for her faith does England fight, Her faith in this our universe; Believing Truth and Justice draw From founts of everlasting law; Therefore a Power above the State, The unconquerable Power returns. The fire, the fire that made her great Once more upon her altar burns. Once more, redeemed and healed and whole, She moves to the Eternal Goal. The Search-Lights A thousand creeds and battle-cries, A thousand warring social schemes, A thousand new moralities,And twenty thousand thousand dreams! Each on his own anarchic way, From the old order breaking free, — Our ruined world desires, you say, License, once more, not Liberty. Forward We, that like foemen meet the past Because we bring the future, know We only fight to achieve at lastA great re-union with our foe;Re-union in the truths that stand When all our wars are rolled away; Re-union of the heart and handAnd of the prayers wherewith we pray;Re-union in the common needs, The common strivings of mankind; Re-union of our warring creedsIn the one God that dwells behind. Forward Then — in that day — we shall not meet Wrong with new wrong, but right with right; Our faith shall make your faith complete When our battalions re-unite. Forward! — what use in idle words? — Forward, O warriors of the soul! There will be breaking up of swordsWhen that new morning makes us whole. Forward Songs of Shadow-of-a-leaf and other poems (1924) Memory, out of the mist, in a long slow rippleBreaks, blindly, against the shore. "Seagulls on the Serpentine" External links Category:Academics from the United Kingdom Category:Christian apologists Category:Novelists from England Category:Playwrights from England Category:Poets from England Category:Short story writers from England Category:Children's authors Category:Fantasy authors Category:Science fiction authors from the United Kingdom Category:Memoirists from the United Kingdom Category:Catholics from England Category:1880 births Category:1958 deaths